Have you considered installing rear view mirrors so that you have easier visibility behind you and over your shoulder? I put some on my recumbent and they're awesome. Are you riding a recumbent? If not, I highly suggest one. I have back and neck issues too from a motorcycle accident decades ago, and it turned my bike rides from annoying and painful, to enjoyable and easy. I still ride a regular mountain bike, but my days of regular road bikes are over.

S'all good man.

Have you considered installing those spinning blades on your wheels like they used in old James Bond movies?

^Disclaimer: this is not legal advice^

Those are reasonable statements, but it doesn't explain why the digital equivalents cost MORE than their physical counterparts. Especially considering there's no manufacturing, distribution, shipping, storage, etc.. Sure, servers and bandwidth cost money, but nowhere near what an entire physical distribution chain costs. It's pennies on the dollar.

Haha! No. As in with whatever other issues he's hoping to find an easy resolution for.

Curious!

Oh, well a pedestrian and a dog have no business on a bike path anyways. That's the source of your problem, not the fact that dogs are typically trained to walk on the left.

On a bike, the person may be riding 100 miles and encountering several hundred people just like you.

No need to get personal. I don't take my dog on bike paths. Like I said above, we have no business there. I do ride bikes, and thankfully I've never seen any other dogs on those paths either. It's not an issue where I live. I can see why you're frustrated though.

I can't imagine having a dog off-leash in an unfenced urban area. That's just crazy! Even the best trained dog in the world can have a spaz out moment which ends in tragedy.

Everything digital is free if you look hard enough, and are comfortable with piracy, but I'm talking about retail transactions.

Right? "With" would have been much clearer. Otherwise I am wondering if they're talking about the student body, as in collective group of kids.

keeping a leashed dog on the left side

I don't understand this statement. Dogs are typically trained to heel on the left side, so that the person has their dominant hand free.

Working dogs are no joke. We have a Doberman puppy, and I have to take him for hikes every day, plus he needs lots of self-directed playtime, training, some sort of job like nose work, interactive toys and games, and a bunch of time to chew. He's an amazing dog when he gets all of those things, but if life gets in the way and we miss something on a given day, he's like "I'ma fuck something up real good!", and we can see the boredom kick into destructive searching.

We had a dog like that. He had plenty of socialization, but he just hated other dogs that weren't our second dog. But he was cute so people always crossed the street to come say hi, even though I crossed the street to get away from them. I finally started yelling out "HE BITES!" and that solved the problem. He didn't really bite, but he would growl and nip at other dogs, and I hated putting him through that.

I hike with my dog off-leash every day, but I do it in a remote area. I've run into other people only twice, and both times they had off-leash dogs too. We saw each other from a quarter mile away, recalled our dogs, and leashed them. I think I'm behaving in an appropriate manner.

Are you saying that you see people walking their dogs without leashes in the city? Because that's just crazy!

Now?

I think you got mixed up in the details and missed the point.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May." And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm— Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

##The Cremation of Sam McGee

--By Robert W. Service

"Sorry, best I can do is ignore all of that and complain about Hunter Biden."

Now we're sleeping in the same bed without clothes on. Peculiar!

Ha! Well, better luck next time.